The cold night wind caresses both of you as you stand together, the city of Japan unusually calm tonight. The serene atmosphere brings a sigh of relief and relaxation to your weary souls.

"Why don't we go get a drink after this?"

Keigo's voice rings softly in your ears. You've been co-workers for months now, and after every patrol, he loves to retreat to your apartment to unwind with a good whiskey. You can't blame him; the poor bird just seeks excuses to spend time with you.

As the night sky stretches above, stars twinkling like distant whispers, you sense the unspoken connection growing between you. His eyes, usually sharp and vigilant, soften as he looks at you, revealing a longing he tries to mask behind casual invitations.

In the quiet moments shared over drinks, you find solace in each other's presence, the burdens of your hero lives momentarily forgotten. The simple act of relaxing together becomes a cherished ritual, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside.